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Corruption Of Innocence	By : mrsrickman Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1461 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5

Can I Really Love Professor Snape?

A young woman dressed in dark velvet and silk chocolate robes with matching high-heeled boots slammed the door to her apartment closed. She dropped her bag onto the carpeted floor in the empty hall with a thud then stepped into the near vacant lounge. Most of her things were already packed and ready to be taken to storage.

Only those few items, which she would need with her, would accompany her on her journey including Muggle money, Passport and her wand she would carry on her person. Items like clothes books; trinkets and other accessories were packed neatly in cardboard storage boxes that stood in the lounge and bedroom of the eighteenth century three-story building she had been living in for the previous four years. It stood over looking a large bubbling brook, a tall lopsided white building with ivy growing up most of the walls, sneaking over the windows and made the interior of the house quite dark. The building stood next to two other equally peculiar looking houses. Together they stood the middle of a small village in Norway, surrounded by a large surplus supply of weeds, tall grasses and trees.

She would be leaving in a matter of days, as soon as she had completed the final technicalities and contacted Albus Dumbledore.

The village itself was non descript. Mainly consisted of modern houses built in the last fifty odd years or so. The population was mainly Muggles, non-magical people, but a few witches and wizards were sprinkled here and there. The people kept mainly to themselves. They were friendly enough but always on the lookout of the strange and bizarre or suspecting strangers.

The place had a history of being strange. Ancient superstition claimed that the village that once stood instead of the town was often ransacked by evil warlocks and ghostly phantoms for it�s secret treasure, a mythical substance that was rumoured to bring the souls of the dead back to life.

The high street had a few chocolate box style shops, but nothing overly impressive or grand in scale. No supermarkets, no large chain stores, mostly tiny private run stores, grocery stores, a sweet shop, a small post office, a public house or two and a few well hidden from Muggle eyes, magic shops.

Shortly after she left Hogwarts Taya Matterson left Great Britain and sought out her only other remaining living relative apart from Albus Dumbledore. Great, great Aunt Mordrid. Then aged one hundred thirty two, the elderly lady, that kept sixteen rattlesnakes as pets, was close to death.

Taya stayed and lived with her until Aunt Mordrids departure to the other world. After her death she met and fell in love with a man while working at the Norwegian Ministry Of Magic in the capital city of Oslo. Their affair ended rather suddenly after Tayas discovery that Lucas Hansan was already married. Their relationship had been stretched and sketchy at the best of times and that was before her discovery. She wondered why she had fallen for him in the first place.

Taya sighed as she remembered her foolish amateur first attempt at love. She always knew, at the back of her mind, she never really loved Hansan. Something subliminal nagged her consciousness; it was met with a prickling sensation at the back of her mind and a garbled communication from a source far far away that was her true destiny.

It was nearly midnight. Taya carried her hot chocolate into the darkly lit sparse bedroom, set the stemming mug of liquid onto the floor and undressed ready for bed. In a matter of days this life would be over and a new one would begun.

She lay there remembering the place that gave her friendship and security when her parents were tragically killed. Her first meeting with Professor Dumbledore, then her only remaining living relative. He took her in a year early, gave her a room to herself set her an education and prepared her for her first true year learning the art of magic.

Taya smiled to herself as she sipped the sweet rich taste of the chocolate. Her mind drifting slightly. It would be strange living in the castle again. No electricity, only candle light, no computers, no central heating, at Hogwarts real open fires were used.

The best thing she could remember of all was the delicious food. None of the pre-packed ready meals most Muggles ate. Granted here in this small out of the way town food was more organic, but it lacked the variety offered at Hogwarts.

She had never really given it much thought on how much the house elves must slave over cooking and cleaning after hundreds of children and the likes. But now she was grateful. Grateful to be going back.

Taya picked up the letter that lay open beside her, written in green ink. She scanned it with her eyes for a moment and gazed down at the crest at the top centre of the page. Her fingers slid over the Slytherin segment, a snake. It was her own house while at the school. Then she read it the upteenth time.

Dear Miss Matterson,

We are pleased of inform you that your appliance for the position of Defence Against The Dark Arts has been accepted.

We look forward to seeing you on the fourth of January.

For more information please do not hesitate to contact Professor Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster.

Yours sincerely

Minerva McGonagall

At the bottom of the page was a hand written side note from the headmaster himself.

My dearest Taya,

It will be delightful seeing you once again. The staff and myself are looking forward to seeing you.

I hope you are keeping well,

Kindest regards and best wishes Albus,

She sighed feeling a sensation of content as she folded the parchment in half and slid it back into the envelope.

Her eyelids were growing heavy and she had finished her drink. Taya snuggled down into the warm blankets knowing what would follow shortly as soon as sleep took her, carrying her across the plains of time and thought into a world of dreams and make believe.

Taya�s dreams weren�t no ordinary dreams, developing and growing into something much more meaningful than she could ever have imagined. Dreams linked to someone with whom she hadn�t seen in seven years.

He lay there beside her. His body was warm and an arm comforting her in the silent bliss of his embrace. She felt safe secure, locked in never ending peace and sanctuary. He stirred slightly and she felt the soothing pressure of his body, as he moved in his sleep. She felt a rush of steady passion wash through her, sensations entwining and she felt a brief but sensual shudder.

For a fleeting second his lips brushed her neck and a hand slowly slid down the length of her arm. She surrendered a gasp of pleasure.

He opened his inky black eyes and smiled faintly at her, taking in her beauty before he sat up letting the heavy blankets fall to his naked waist.

He leaned intimately closer while flicking the beautiful raven black hair off his face. She had never believed that his hair was greasy, only excessively shiny. And to touch that hair, a mass of silk, to run her fingers through the thick strands. She shifted onto her back readying herself for what was to come.

And she closed her eyes, her mind visualising what he was doing to her. He reached out his hand towards her face and stroked tentative fingers on her parted lips. She took a finger into her mouth, her tongue lapping lightly along its length before continuing with the next. She was burning, burning with a passion so wildly intense she feared that the flames would soon engulf her.

With the fingers from his left hand in her mouth, his free hand caressed a path along her jaw stopping for a flickering second before he cupped her chin. His thumb pushed her head up slightly. He pulled his fingers from her lips and with both hands grasped her face gently. She abruptly pulled away causing a deep frown to appear on his face. He looked a little frustrated so she smiled, a sweet genuine smile, but below the surface she felt ready to ignite.

She studied him, noticing the anticipation growing. His cheeks were flushed a pale rose colour that complimented his normal pale skin. Had his eyes not been so dark she could have seen that his pupils were dilated with lust. She kissed the back of his hand then turned it, palm facing up and placed her own small hand over his before closing her fingers between his own.

After a millisecond she pushed him down onto his back and moved her lithe body over him. He felt her hard cold nipples rub against his chest. She adjusted her position until her face hovered above his and he pulled her on top of him. His hands slid around her, circling her back. He reached up steeling a quick kiss before his head fell against her neck. She quivered slightly as her heightened senses detected his breath; warm the chilly skin on her neck.

A heat permitted her; thigidigid temperature in the room now seemed burning hot. His lips were now once again against hers, but barely touching, lingering for perhaps a second. She quivered as his hand slid tantalisingly down the centre of her back. His sensual mouth once again met hers. An open slow kiss was met with a small growl from the back of her throat, and then the kiss deepened. She let him inside her. While his tongue was exploring the fleshy tissue inside her mouth she felt him harden against her.

She pulled suddenly away from the kiss; momentary shocked that she could arouse such deep passion from the raven-haired professor. Also blatantly aware that her body was experiencing delightful surges of previously unfounded feeling.

He blinked, those beautiful dark hooded eyes mesmerising her, binding her closer until...

Taya Matterson woke up. Confusion plagued her mind for a moment. She groaned softly upon remembering the dream. A bittersweet fantasy played out in her mind.

Her dreams had become more erotic as the days passed and she remembered every one of them, every scene, every sensation. Be it colour, touch, smell, or taste.

On hearing the news that she had been offered a teaching position at Hogwarts roused a keen passion inside her. Making her heart skip a beat, and her skin flush from excitement. Sometimes when her mind bordered on sleep she could feel the familiar calling.

She remembered her ex boyfriend, pale skin, dark blue eyes and sandy brown hair, cut in a shaggy style reminisce of the eighteenth century. He wasn�t handsome in the traditional sense of the word, but had a definite flare of elegance. He had been twenty-five when they met, she a shy eighteen year old witch with a past and he, a nobody really. They met at the ministry, she only just starting as an apprentice Defence Against The Dark Arts administrator and he, an accountant for the same establishment.

He had been her first boyfriend although she gathered that he, Mr Hansan had a substantial list of past admirers and consorts under his belt. Only later after two years in the relationship she finally discover that he was engaged in several affairs with two different women and he himself already married.

They split soon after. She came home un-expectantly early one evening to discover one of Hansan�s admirers in their bed with him. Enraged she fled and moved into the house she currently occupied. That was five years ago. She had realised long before their parting that Hansan wasn�t the one she needed.

That person had cut himself off from love and was far away. She didnt even know whether Severus Snape still taught Potions at Hogwarts. What would she find when she got there? She wondered. Would he still be that tall, lonely dark man or had he finally found love? And what about the gift?� Would it be rekindled upon entering the hallowed halls and towers? Were her dreams anything to do with it? Only time would tell.

Her indescribable attraction for the head of Slytherin House had caused her grief and confusion as a young girl. She first became aware of it mid way through her third year but not until her seventh did her crush ignite her soul and body like it was doing now.

Like any other first year attending Hogwarts school of Wizardry and Witchcraft she despised Severus Snape. Taya was at first appalled to discover it, but as time slowly passed she soon had to deal with the handicap of sensing Severus Snape�s thoughts.

When her �gift� first developed she was appalled by Severus Snape�s cluttered, vengeful and indigent mind. Only sensing hate, rage and anger. Subtle shadows of other emotions would come later. As a fourteen-year-old schoolgirl who should have had other things, girlish things plaguing her consciousness she hadn�t been prepared for the barrage of negative emotions that were thrust upon her every time she was in close proximity to Severus, and she hated him for it.

Taya couldn�t tell anyone, least of all Professor Snape.

When at fifteen a letter came her way sent by a previously unknown relative from Norway a great aunt (Dumbledore had been searching for years to see if there was anyone else no matter how distant was related to her. The search had been successful. A white haired very elderly lady had been discovered living a life as a reclusive witch.) Taya was both flattered, excited and confused by the arrival of a letter for her from some long lost relative.

As she grew older and into womanhood, her uncanny knack for sensing the potion master�s feelings grew stronger until it got to the point she could read him wherever she was, she felt trapped in her own body, bombarded with another�s thoughts, thoughts she didn�t want, thoughts and emotions, she would gladly give up her soul to the devil to get rid of. But it got worse. The older, the more mature she became the greater the intensity of the link until she could feel everything he felt. She thought his suppressed anger was damaging enough but when she started to feel his hidden pain then came the blatant horror of it all.

She cried herself to sleep at night. Awaking every so many hours from dreams so disturbing with flashes of light, images of torture, a dark haired naked man either sprawled on the floor, or curled up in the foetus position sobbing silently, and the screams of pain and desperation

Then something happened. An event that would change their lives forever.

It was her final year a Hogwarts and Taya was seventeen. After a particular gruelling day. Potions were the last subject and she hated Severus Snape with a passion or so she thought.

Taya felt nauseated from both apprehension and anxiety. In any other circumstance she would have skipped Potions had it not been for a very important test and Taya didn�t want to risk detention alone with Professor Snape in her present condition especially if in the unfortunate circumstance she were to throw up.

Pale faced and aching she made it to the dungeons where Potions were taught. She was late and hoped desperately that Severus wouldn�t notice and she could sneak in.

She made it to the large wooden door. It was closed. Not a good sign. No doubt Severus had already began lecturing.

Taya took a deep breath hugged her stomach for a second in an attempt to ease both discomfort and nerves. She placed her hand on the door and without even the slightest pressure it creaked open. She swallowed and slid unnoticed into the classroom. She quickly made it to her seat. No sooner as she sat down she saw Severus� cold eyes bore into her. Her face dropped when she saw his expression. His face was an expression of deep-rooted resentment. She not only saw it physically but felt it too, it was like black fire billowing up inside him. Severus Snape was like a bomb ready to detonate at any moment.

She wondered briefly whether he knew she could feel him. She sighed deeply, perhaps too loudly because Severus swooped over to her, eyes narrowing and his head was positioned directly in front of her. Taya gulped and felt a surge of un-suppressed rage mixed with something else. Disorganised images, feelings of terrible hopelessness, and to her utter disgust, and deep and powerful lust? Directed at her?

"I�m sorry I�m late sir," she whimpere pitifully realising in horror that she had been starring at him hard. "I...I haven�t been feeling well."

"What?" Barked the professor. His eyes, darkened to black, fathomless captured hers, daring her to look away. Then something bizarre happened. She stood up and leaned over the desk then grabbed Severus� collar pulling him forward. She reached up and he responded. The kiss was soft, gentle even. Not what she had anticipated from him? It was actually quite pleasurable. Something in her had always thought that Severus Snape would be perhaps brutal sexually. This was a complete astonishment.

The kiss deepened, his arms were around her and she heard him make a small almost strangled sounding groan before he pulled away.

Severus took a few staggered steps backwards, obviously distressed by the intimate contact. Without realising what she was doing her fingers locked around his face, their eyes falling into each other. She was met with a dazzled assortment or horrifying images, terror, anger and pain was suddenly thrust into her. Taya recoiled and the last this she was aware of was his hands on her face and the shocked expressions on the otstudstudents who had just witnessed Professor Snape kissing her before she slumped into deep unconsciousness.

When she awoke in the hospital seven days later she was met with a grim faced Madam Pomfrey.

"Oh my dear," she whispered. "I�m so glad you have woken. I was beginning to wonder despite all the magic and potions given to you if you would ever wake up." She wiped her forehead on the back of her hand.

Taya frowned and sat up. "Why am I here?"

Madam Poppy Pomfrey sat down on a near by chair. "You passed out in Potions. Professor Snape carried you here himself. You should have seen people�s faces when they saw you being carried in here by him of all people..." She started muttering to herself. "The Professor said you touched him and then you collapsed. Do you remember?"

Taya frowned then nodded. "Yes." she said with grim realisation. She pressed her fingers to her lips. She could still taste him. The kiss and its subsequent after-effects were clear in her mind.

"Do you know why you collapsed?"

"Kind of." Taya swallowed and half expected the worse to happen. Poppy looked mortified. �You never informed your aunt did you?" The Matron shook her head ruefully. Taya�s eyes widened. How could Madam Pomfrey possibly know about her aunt? Dumbledore she gathered. He undoubtedly received word from Aunt Mordrid. It would only be natural that he would have heard about it.

"No. I didn�t think there was any reason to besides I dont even know-"

"No reason child." Her voice rose a little higher and it took the nurse a few seconds to calm. "You have the gift." The word sounded like a curse to Taya. She stared blankly out of a nearby window. "Of cause Professor Snape now knows," came Poppy�s voice, which abruptly took Taya out of her self-cocoon. She nearly jumped off the bed in shocked alarm. "Steady dear, you�ll do yourself further damage."

"You... you told him?" Taya gulped air. Her heart sunk as low as feasibly possible. Poppy lightly touched her arm and avoids the question. "Professor Dumbledore has told me to tell you that your weekly Potion class will from now on be taught by Professor Tingle on Thursday at half past two. I believe you had a free period then?"

"Yes," came a quiet voice. Taya looked back out of the window then quickly turned and stared at Madam Pomfrey. "Shouldn�t I at least speak to Professor Snape?" she questioned.

"Oh no no no. He understands. With your gift you must avoid him at all costs, your... love for the professor must be contained Taya, at least until you�ve finished your schooling. I believe you have eight weeks left." Taya looked horrified.

"Love!! I don�t love him Madam Pomfrey. It�s been a nightmare ever since I discovered I have this gift. I don�t love Professor Snape. Not one bit."

Why did we kiss? She thought. I was on the verge of throwing up one moment then pulling him to me the next. He didn�t exactly force me into it. He didn�t do anything other than glare. Why didn�t he stop me? She frowned, confused and baffled by her own feelings. Taya screwed up her face in disgust all the same. Raging hormones on both parts, she thought in dread. Oh Gods, he liked it. Taya felt disgust and she remembered the soft little noise he made when she pulled away. Oh krikes what if he�? She shook her head trying to force an image of the Potions master in a state of obvious sexual arousal from her mind.

What the hell did I kiss him for? Taya rubbed her eyes. How long had she been unconscious? What day is it? She thought. Saturday. He could be in his room somewhere right now touching himself.

"OH Merlin!" She exclaimed. Madam Pomfrey gave her a sad smile. Taya swallowed her painful dry throat. The image of the kiss invaded her mind. But did I like it? I was the one who kissed him in the first place. What was I thinking? Right in front of everyone. They�re think I�ve gone raving mad. Perhaps I have,

"He�s he�s horrible..." she said out loud. The matron sighed and shook her head.

"Oh, alas child you may think that now, but this gift has you in its vice. It won�t let go. Taya stared at the nurse, her gaze unfocused.

"I�ve looked into this rare condition and what I�ve reboutbout it is that will you love this person even if you cant see it now." She paused. "In the end you�ll have no option but to-" she frowned suddenly, "And you shouldn�t be talking like that about your teachers." Taya frowned.

"But, We cant choose who we love." Poppy nodded sadly.

"I know we cant, but he�s your destiny, love. You cant get away from fate." Taya slumped down on the pillows and paled. Her mind accessing dangerous memories. She glared at the matron until she got up. "You need to rest Miss Matterson," she said and left her by herself.

Taya�s thoughts hummed together in a jumble of chaotic distortion, only that they weren�t her thoughts at all, they were somebody else�s memories, and they came flooding back. She watched Madam Pomfrey straighten another sleeping student�s bedcovers before she left the room.

Finally alone she could perhaps properly assimilate what happened. Did she like it? She was the one who pulled him into the kiss in the first place.

"He was so gentle," she whispered and was shocked by her own voice. "Oh Gods." She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand as if trying to remove the vestiges of the kiss, but she was unsuccessful. Her lips tingled almost pleasantly.

Something in her heart was awakened. I wonder what it would be like, she thought. Being with him, sleeping with him in his bed, holding him at night being able to touch his mind without even touching?

Something disturbing began poking at her mind. Then she remembered, she had seen straight in Severus Snape�s soul. Harsh images, cold and painful. Taya sighed and she turned over onto her side and pulled the blanket up to her neck. Her seventeen year old mind having to cope with seeing Severus Snape raped would plague her forever.

Something burned deep in her heart sending her into the depth of despair. This time it wasn�t hate for the Potions Master. Tears filled in her eyes.

"No wonder he�s so bitter and nasty," she whispered. Her thoughts wondered back to what she had earlier said to Madam Pomfrey. I don�t love him. How could she love someone like him? A vindictive twisted man so corrupted with self-hate it reflected on everyone else? Was it a lie after all? She thought with a frown. Can I really love Professor Snape? I�d have to learn how to control this blasted ability. Then she remembered his eyes and the soft touch of his hands on her face before she passed out in the classroom.

The last thing she remembered before a light sleep took her was the icy chilliness of his skin. Gods, he felt so cold, she thought suppressing a shudder and she closed her eyes.

Taya sighed remembering the past. Over time her question had been answered. Yes she did love him. But what kept her away? Fear she guessed.

Her previous boyfriend hadn�t been what she needed at all. She knew that now, plain and clear. Why had she been so blind? Would Severus Snape be anything different? Would she have loved him if she had never acquired the gift?

Being away from Severus had only dulled the ache in her heart it hadn�t erased it. Thinking that if she travelled as far away as possible the �gift� would fade. Unfortunately not. Despite her past relationship her mind always sort his. In sleep she felt him. In her dreams she made love to him. Was her ex boyfriend simply a shroud, Severus� cover-up? She felt suddenly guilty. How could Severus live with so much pain?

Why didn�t he try to find me? She wondered with a sigh. Denial again, she realised. To deny himself of love. And everyone hates him there, what would make him feel different about me? He probably still thinks I hate him, and could never love him. Then she saw in her mind those haunting dark eyes the moment before the kiss; something had replaced the usual cold icy stare, desperation and a longing so deep rooted.

I wonder if he�s ever actually made love? Probably not. she thought sadly. I wonder if he�s ever kissed anyone else before me. Taya shook her head and rubbed her eyes.

Another memory played itself, as fresh as the day she first saw it eight years ago, only that it wasn�t her own. Professor Severus Snape lay sobbing on his belly, twisting in agony as a man pummelled himself into him. Each thrust resulting in a sharp, distressing scream of pain.

"I�m coming back for you professor," she whispered as she wiped her dampened cheeks of tears. "I�m coming back for you my love."
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